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Ciaran paced as he thought, and he didn’t like what he was thinking at all. Magic and Flanagan was a combination that would bring no good to any one. Adding a dimensional shield to the combination might make him impossible to defeat. Ciaran remembered vividly how he had killed Flanagan, and he remembered the c*****e that the battle had caused in Eudaiz.
Maybe he hadn’t kill Flanagan at all. If it was even the same Flanagan Orla had encountered . . . Ciaran shook his head, trying not to ponder things any further until he got more information.
The door of the room slid open, and Lorcan walked out with Orla. Lorcan had wrapped his arm around Orla’s waist to support her. She could walk now, but she was still quite pale and shaky.
“You look as beautiful as always, Orla. It looks as thoug
